I hope nobody is using the world today, BECAUSE I AM GOING TO DESTROY IT.
B..b..but it's where I keep my STUFF!!!
'Safe'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I hope nobody is using the world today, BECAUSE I AM GOING TO DESTROY IT.
B..b..but it's where I keep my STUFF!!!
I hope nobody is using the world today, BECAUSE I AM GOING TO DESTROY IT.
Well, I was going to assume absolute domination over it and bring us into a Golden Age under my benevolent tyranny, gifting all my friends with an entourage of cyborg ninja zombie slaves to do thy bidding.
But, hey, do what you gotta do.
Throws a pretty boy in eye-liner to distract and entertain shrift
Oh, good, now I get to call the help desk.
t cheerfully starts with flea's cataloging professor
Oddly, she has stopped bringing up my weight ever since I got A Boyfriend Who Obviously Loves Me Even Though I'm Chubby.
@@ Mothers.
(I read this first as an "acting" course and was not sure how an on-line acting class would work or why you would be doing it for work.)
Me too!
(I read this first as an "acting" course and was not sure how an on-line acting class would work or why you would be doing it for work.)
Me too!
Uh, I didn't realize until these 2 posts that it ISN'T an acting class.
My seething rage will not be appeased with offerings of mere baubles.
My seething rage will not be appeased with offerings of mere baubles.
Not even if it's MCR?
Thanks for the support, everyone! Yeah, I know that if I ever got a boyfriend even while fat, she'd be less likely to push the "you've got to lose weight; why don't you try gastric bypass, since it worked so well for your sister?" thing. Sorry, Mom, I'm not that desperate that I'd mutilate my insides and ruin any enjoyment I have in food for the rest of my freakin' life!
(Not to say that anyone, including my sister, who's been through the surgery is wrong, just that it isn't right for me.)
Well, I was going to assume absolute domination over it and bring us into a Golden Age under my benevolent tyranny, gifting all my friends with an entourage of cyborg ninja zombie slaves to do thy bidding.
I see "Golden Age" and start thinking of Harriet Jones, Prime Minister, being brought down by the Doctor's six little words. "Don't you think she looks tired?"